User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-25220117-20121101173924/@comment-25220117-20121128140658

''The officers gathered nod in silent agreement, Regglin continuously looking over his shoulder as if afraid someone was listening in. Hoisting Grimlett laboriously over his shoulder, Cullo carries him towards the rail, before throwing the weasel's body into the depths. Then the creatures dispersed, unknowing of the one galley slave who in the shadows listening in. As they left, the squirrel made himself scarce aswell, a plan slowly forming in his furtive mind. Scurlo the sea rat strode past his Captain, tugging his ear in salute as he went to work on some ropes'' "G'mornin', Cap'n. We goin' t' th' island soon?"